By: Translated by Sully Prudhomme

By: Lewis Carroll

Alice is about to pick daisies when a white rabbit approaches her, but this rabbit is not like any other rabbit she has seen. Her curious nature forces her to follow the rabbit for a wonderful adventure.

By: Logan Marshal

By: Kenneth Graham Duffield

Excerpt: Now Pufty was a fat little chicken that looked so much like a ball of cotton that half the time Old Mother Hen couldn't tell whether it was Pufty out in the grass or only an old piece of white cloth blowing about in the wind...

By: John Acton

Economic Theory Literature

Excerpt: Inaugural Lecture on the Study of History. [Delivered at Cambridge, June 1895 ] Fellow students?I look back today to a time before the middle of the century, when I was reading at Edinburgh and fervently wishing to come to this University. At three colleges I applied for admission, and, as things then were, I was refused by all. Here, from the first, I vainly fixed my hopes, and here, in a happier hour, after five-and-forty years, they are at last fulfilled. I d...

By: Alcott, Louisa May, 1832-1888

By: Victor Hugo

Towards the close of the First French Revolution, Joseph Leopold Sigisbert Hugo, son of a joiner at Nancy, and an officer risen from the ranks in the Republican army, married Sophie Trebuchet, daughter of a Nantes fitter-out of privateers, a Vendean royalist and devotee. Victor Marie Hugo, their second son, was born on the 26th of February, 1802, at Besancon, France. Though a weakling, he was carried, with his boy-brothers, in the train of their father through the south ...

By: Edgar Allan Poe

By: J.W. Mcgarvey

Excerpt: Introduction; It is necessary to the successful study of any literary production, that the exact design of the author should be known and kept constantly in view. It would be doing great injustice to the author of Acts, to suppose that he undertook this work without having before him some one leading object, which should serve as the connecting thread of the narrative, and according to which all the historic details should take place and form.

By: James Joyce

Stately, plump Buck Mulligan came from the stairhead, bearing a bowl of lather on which a mirror and a razor lay crossed. A yellow dressinggown, ungirdled, was sustained gently behind him on the mild morning air. He held the bowl aloft and intoned: -- INTROIBO AD ALTARE DEI. Halted, he peered down the dark winding stairs and called out coarsely: -- Come up, Kinch! Come up, you fearful jesuit! Solemnly he came forward and mounted the round gunrest. He faced about and bles...